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Jul. 22nd, 2002 01:04 pmBusy, busy, busy weekend. Made busier by the taking of Zyrtec, which knocks me out as if I'd been clubbed over the head like a baby seal.
We had a monsoon on Friday night, which really put a kink in plans for the evening. Practically had to *swim* to Outback.
At a certain point in a downpour, you really start to wonder if God is trying to tell you that you should've stayed home. I would have preferred receiving that message via email, however.
Also, no miniature golf due to flooding. And no Rita's water ice, because they closed early. ::: fuming :::
Slept until noon the next day . . . a lovely twelve hours. Dropped off![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucifrix at the bus stop and grabbed a quick lunch with my pal Liz, who was passing through on her way to Atlantic City. Went home and slept some more. Watched Trading Spaces and went to bed.
Ah, Zyrtec. Better than any sleeping pill.
Sunday was a crazy day. I wasn't sure if I had to work or not, so there was much to-ing and fro-ing over proper attire for the day -- something not too warm, and that wouldn't wrinkle, but that wouldn't be too dressy for a casual family picnic . . . and that I could still wear to work if I had to go in.
Settled on a denim skirt and sleeveless blouse in pre-wrinkled fabric. < g > Happily, I did *not* have to work, but I crammed in dinner with Liz on her return trip from AC.
This was made difficult by the fact that I had to leave said family picnic early in order to meet her.
This is my mom's side of the family. Nobody talks. We all just sit around and stare at each other for some reason.
When Grandpop was alive, and before my parents separated, the gatherings were much more lively. My Dad's a real social butterfly, and he used to be good at getting people talking and laughing.
I miss that.
My usual method of dealing with my mom's family now is to drink as much as possible, very rapidly. After enough alcohol, even my cousins become vaguely interesting.
Alas, I was driving, and thus . . . no comfort to be found in the bottle. Sigh.
Then, of course, there was the obligatory awkwardness in leaving early to go meet up with Liz . . . you know, nobody has ever busted my cousins' balls for bailing out on family affairs -- why do I have to take the crap?
Aargh.
Dinner ran later than I expected, and Liz didn't drop me off until after nine. Watched the news and then off to bed.
No Zyrtec, since I had to be able to get up for work in the morning.
Weird dreams. Harem dreams. Obviously, I need to start using my newly purchased Toys Of Feminine Empowerment. Riley and Clark in the same dream are an obvious sign that I'm repressing my libido again. I tend to do that when I get stressed.
Woke up at five am and kicked myself into the shower, because falling back asleep and having the alarm go off an hour later sucks monkey balls.
So how was *your* weekend?
We had a monsoon on Friday night, which really put a kink in plans for the evening. Practically had to *swim* to Outback.
At a certain point in a downpour, you really start to wonder if God is trying to tell you that you should've stayed home. I would have preferred receiving that message via email, however.
Also, no miniature golf due to flooding. And no Rita's water ice, because they closed early. ::: fuming :::
Slept until noon the next day . . . a lovely twelve hours. Dropped off
lucifrix at the bus stop and grabbed a quick lunch with my pal Liz, who was passing through on her way to Atlantic City. Went home and slept some more. Watched Trading Spaces and went to bed. Ah, Zyrtec. Better than any sleeping pill.
Sunday was a crazy day. I wasn't sure if I had to work or not, so there was much to-ing and fro-ing over proper attire for the day -- something not too warm, and that wouldn't wrinkle, but that wouldn't be too dressy for a casual family picnic . . . and that I could still wear to work if I had to go in.
Settled on a denim skirt and sleeveless blouse in pre-wrinkled fabric. < g > Happily, I did *not* have to work, but I crammed in dinner with Liz on her return trip from AC.
This was made difficult by the fact that I had to leave said family picnic early in order to meet her.
This is my mom's side of the family. Nobody talks. We all just sit around and stare at each other for some reason.
When Grandpop was alive, and before my parents separated, the gatherings were much more lively. My Dad's a real social butterfly, and he used to be good at getting people talking and laughing.
I miss that.
My usual method of dealing with my mom's family now is to drink as much as possible, very rapidly. After enough alcohol, even my cousins become vaguely interesting.
Alas, I was driving, and thus . . . no comfort to be found in the bottle. Sigh.
Then, of course, there was the obligatory awkwardness in leaving early to go meet up with Liz . . . you know, nobody has ever busted my cousins' balls for bailing out on family affairs -- why do I have to take the crap?
Aargh.
Dinner ran later than I expected, and Liz didn't drop me off until after nine. Watched the news and then off to bed.
No Zyrtec, since I had to be able to get up for work in the morning.
Weird dreams. Harem dreams. Obviously, I need to start using my newly purchased Toys Of Feminine Empowerment. Riley and Clark in the same dream are an obvious sign that I'm repressing my libido again. I tend to do that when I get stressed.
Woke up at five am and kicked myself into the shower, because falling back asleep and having the alarm go off an hour later sucks monkey balls.
So how was *your* weekend?
